"Xiao Xiao, you're here, the car is already waiting downstairs, let's get going."
Ye Qing had actually been hiding in the hallway around the corner since early on.
He had heard every haughty word his little sister said; Xiao Xiao really did come to snatch it.
If he wasn't mistaken, the young man Xiao Xiao called was likely Fourth Master Qiao's assistant, and the one who bid for the Autumn Bamboo Painting must be Fourth Master Qiao himself.
Xiao Xiao must be crazy to dare to snatch a painting from Fourth Master Qiao, it's really because she was brought up in the countryside that she fears nothing.
But as her brother, he couldn't just stand by and watch his sister seek her own demise. It's one thing to snatch something, but to snatch from that madman? That madman is famously known for hating women, and if Xiao Xiao were to anger him, she certainly wouldn't end up well.
"I'm not leaving, I want my painting."
Ye Xiao was resolute.
